Nothing
Song: A Way To Get Lost In You by Three Days Grace
"Are these promises
Like ripped momentos
Kept secret to others
Am I a code of fallen times
Mixed with poems and rhymes
Nothing but a strangeled note
On the wind?"
Poem credit to SCD, pm for info on her. This particular one was titled "Myself"
Max
I opened the oven, smelling the simming scents waft out to my nose.
"Mmmmmm...Iggy! Turkey's ready!"
The frantic pattering of footsteps announced the presence of our very own blind cook.
"Don't touch it! It's meaty perfection!" he screetched, hands open and fingers spread in alarm. I shirked back, mocking offence at the comment.
Angel skipped up to us with her pastel pink dress splattered with paint.
"Oh, Max! There you are! Okay, so I was thinking, and we should totally make Thanksgiving cards!"
She exitedly shoved a piece of paper at me. It was no Picasso card, but it sure was close. The hand-drawn turkey stretched its bright, clear feathers in a vibrant fan of color. The feathers themselved looked amazingly lifelikfe; I guess being a bird-kid entitles you to wicked feather drawing skills; who knew? Ha. Humor. I knew. Anywho, a breath of cold, icy air made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I spun around and grinned. Dylan had gotten better at the art of unseen movement lately.
"Why, hello there." I said. Dylan kissed me on the cheek in a delicate flutter.
"Hello, my love. Baking, I see?" He glanced doubtfully at the multiplying dishes strewn in various amounts of disaray. I smiled.
"Gratefully, no." I replied. Dylan nodded and stared out the window, his clear eyes taking on a distant look. He clutched my hand.
"Let's go flying." he said wistfully. I bit my lip; Fang never asked me to do that. But then again, he always found me, wherever I was...
Stop. I begged myself not to think about him. It just made a fountain of hurt well up in my chest. I breathed in deeply: once, twice, and the pain subsided.
"Okay." I gave my answer.
Flying was amazing that day. The nearby agriculture fields, in numbers of colors, were blocked in squares. They resembled a patchwork quilt. Another memory burst into my thoughts. The memory of flying with Fang, watching his blacker-than-black wings encircle he and I, of the sparks that shot up my spine when we kissed...
I can't be thinking about that now. I'm expecting Dylan and I's first child, for pete's sake! My stomach lurched, and I dropped in alititude a bit. Dylan was by my side in a millisecond.
"Are you okay?" he asked, the silent question being 'is the baby okay?'
"Yeah, just dandy." I managed weakly. A flash of black slipped in my corner vision, and my head snapped around. Nothing but a raven. For some reason, I found my heart dropping like a stone. Sighing, I spoke to Dylan.
"I think I'll head back to the house."
Dylan nodded, concerned eyes still trained on my face. I flapped, and my supersonic speed shot me through the air, a speeding bullet.
Another moment and I was collapsed on the ground, crying.
It just hurt so much, being away from Fang. I had been able to pull the pain away for a while, after finding out that I was pregnant, but now it was worse than ever. The oh-so-flamiliar headache pounded on my head again, and tears dropped to the ground in abundance. In three months, Dylan would have his child, my own bird kid. Then, maybe, I could leave, find Fang...
The baby kicked me, not softly. No, I couldn't forget about the child.
The child that really wasn't Dylan's, the child that was my soul mate's.
And somehow, that made the hurt worse. I was a nothing to him now. And that was the fact that broke me down, pulling my sanity away from my thoughts.